The throne room was as the rest of the castle bathed in yellow candlelight. A draught swept into the chamber, carrying with it the crisp edge of night, and the sweet smell of wine. The lights of the chandeliers overhead reacted to the intrusion. Outside, the festivities continued.
Brand entered and immediately, his eyes lifted to the dais. Beside him, Madelyn walked slowly.
Dressed still in the dark finery of the evening, Alexander was at the dais, a mighty scowl on his face. At his side, Lady Gwen remained radiant in her pale ivory gown. They were not seated. He frowned.
His brother revelled in his kingship and he enjoyed displaying his authority as often as always. Whatever was the problem, it was of greater magnitude than he had thought.
He looked to Lady Gwen. For the first time ever, there was worry in her eyes and Alexander was not soothing her.
A coldness travelled down Brand's spine. Certainly, something had gone terribly wrong.
